–Damien–
Las Vegas. Fun? Probably. It's the city of sins, after all. We could totally elope here. But honestly? The idea made me anxious the entire flight. Damn this woman. She's both my peace and my panic attack wrapped into one stunning package.
I glanced over at Livana, curled up on the sofa with her dog like a content little burrito. Grandpa Reagan, meanwhile, was busy waving a tiny airplane plushie in Choco's face. The dog wagged his tail and approached, sniffing him like he was auditioning for a role in a doggy perfume commercial.
"Babe~" Laura tugged on my arm. I followed her into our penthouse suite. It was huge. Like, 'could host a mafia meeting' huge. I helped her unpack, and she held up a dress like she just discovered treasure.
"How about this one?" she asked sweetly.
"Too short," I said immediately, making a dramatic X in the air like a judge on a talent show.
"But~~" she whined, pouting those pretty lips at me.
